"An oasis of colour, in a sea of nudes."

So I'm not actually a human mermaid. If I was, I'd have gills to breathe underwater with and I'd probably be in a horribl...

So I'm not actually a human mermaid. If I was, I'd have gills to breathe underwater with and I'd probably be in a horrible claustrophic tank at SeaWorld competing for attention with Shamu. No, I'm not quite a human mermaid but I did receive the most stunning top for Christmas. It's a multi-shaded iridescent turquoise sequin number with a strong resemblance to the scales of a fish!

Time marches on never ending. I was looking at my diary this morning and realised it's been over a week since I last blogged. What&...

Time marches on never ending. I was looking at my diary this morning and realised it's been over a week since I last blogged. What's all that about?Well I just cannot begin to tell you how crazy it's been at Fashionicide Towers recently, especially as my fashion and jewellery line are finally beginning to take shape. I'm hoping it'll be out in the summer, and while I may be excited, the very thought of it exhausts me *buries head in pillow*

Coloured hair is awesome, truly it is. But it isn't all glamour, it's not a case of whacking it on and leaving it be. The colou...

Coloured hair is awesome, truly it is. But it isn't all glamour, it's not a case of whacking it on and leaving it be. The colouring process is like a storm that relentlessly batters your hair, sucking all of the life out of it. In order for coloured hair to look great, a lot of hard work goes into maintaining not only the colour but also the condition of the hair. Without this hard work, it would look scraggly, faded and generally unappealling. Having said that, I think it's definitely worth the effort!

As one year ends, another begins. It's goodbye to 2013 and hello to 2014! Whilst I'm happy to see in 2014, I'm also a litt...

As one year ends, another begins. It's goodbye to 2013 and hello to 2014!Whilst I'm happy to see in 2014, I'm also a little sad to see 2013 go.After all, it was my very own 'Year of Realisation'. I re-launched this very blog, transforming it from Designerspray to Fashionicide. I visited a place that I'd dreamt of visiting from a young age, but had always thought it impossible. When I got there, the colour of my skin and courage of my beliefs saw me detained for four hours. After some light interrogation and a few insults thrown at me, I made it through - to the Holy Land where I looked on in awe at The Dome of The Rock and Al-Aqsa, I spent time with a Palestinian family in Al Khalil and witnessed the harsh realities of being born Arab in Apartheid Israel.